Is This A Hunt Or A Test? Maybe Both?

When Haydee comes to stand beside him in the brush, he looks down at her with a look of excitement. Okay, so he had found them, good. Next was... picking out the best one to hunt down. Turning his attention back to the herd of grazing Impalas, he watches them carefully. Feeling a bit uncomfortable practically hunched in the brush, he lowers himself until his belly is resting against the ground and he is more... Haydee size. Stretching out his front legs so he can be ready to take off if need be, he continues to train his attention on the impalas.

They appeared faster than deer. Their lithe statures were nothing to joke about in comparison to the somewhat plump appearance of most deer. And the swirling horns coming from atop their skulls were nothing to joke about either. Since winter hadn't come about just yet, there were still rather young babies as well as old impalas that had yet to perish from whatever winter Auster would bring. There were ample choices, but also threads as well. Mature adults that he had a feeling would be ready and willing to defend their own if they couldn't run away in time.

"What about that female and her two babies? Surely she couldn't save both of them?" Wilder questions before his attention turns to another. "Or it looks like that male is rather old. His gait is kind of funky, but his horns are large compared to others," the obvious stature of the impala and its scars told of its age. If he and Haydee could corner it within the grapevines, they could potentially take it down without any risk of injury.

WILDER